Does Ever Eternity, Mortal Souls Beckon

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Robert J. Lindley, 9/15/2020

Rhyme,

( Cry, O'Heart, Of Thy Willing Darkness That So Binds Thee )

Dedicated to my friend, Ladylabyrinth and her truly great poem titled, "Our Meridian", that inpired me to compose the first stanza in a reply to its magnificence and inspirational voice beckoned.... RJL

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Does Ever Eternity, Mortal Souls Beckon Does ever eternity, mortal souls beckon We in fragile shells, its calls so deftly defy Because of our deep lusting, dark set, and wanton We seek our malignant pleasures before we die? In our vast swirling soup of craven vanities Our own dark deceits imprison our aching souls Life culminates, dreams fill up with insanity Blinded to the truth, justice, and life's coming tolls. As invisible evil darken tendrils spread Busy world gives cover, life flees ever onward Mankind too often stumbles, while crying in dread Leading to aches, a life cut by sharp broken shards. O'That high Heavens would this insanity stop Reveal the invincible light and man's soul heal Plant anew, seeds of love, reaping a bumper crop With divine mercy, stop mankind's dark-lusts to steal. Does ever, this wicked world slow down, take a rest Cease using night's cover for tempting man's dark lusts Bow to the truth, stop ravaging that life besets Seal those Hellish gates just below earth's shallow crusts? Will malevolence, return peace to those living That which Eden did bountifully its fruits yield Serenity, happiness, blessed gifts giving When life sat under God's unconquerable shield? Does ever eternity, mortal souls beckon We in fragile shells, its calls so deftly defy Because of our deep lusting, dark set, and wanton We seek our malignant pleasures before we die? In our vast swirling soup of craven vanities Our own dark deceits imprison our aching souls Life culminates, dreams fill up with insanity Blinded to the truth, justice, and life's coming tolls. Robert J. Lindley, 9/15/2020 Rhyme, ( Cry, O'Heart, Of Thy Willing Darkness That So Binds Thee ) Dedicated to my friend, Ladylabyrinth and her truly great poem titled, "Our Meridian", that inspired me to compose the first stanza in a reply to its magnificence and inspirational voice beckoned.... RJL

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 9/22/2020 7:44:00 AM

This is so, "Mankind too often stumbles, while crying in dread Leading to aches, a life cut by sharp broken shards." We stumble too often and miss the fact that everything that happens in our lives, teaches us something and makes us stronger. I think there will always be evil on this earth, but how we deal with it individually and as souls is so important.

Robert Lindley
Date: 9/22/2020 12:06:00 PM

Thank you my friend. We face what this world throws at us. How we face it is what matters. Stand tall and do not run away, this the .essure of a man..

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 9/15/2020 11:16:00 AM

An intense response to my simple poem. It is always intriguing to read and translate your poetry Lindley, especially, fascinating when one unravels what another reads into one's own words. In all poetry, from every single poet, there is a kind of madness whether abstract or through logic unwinding, whatever the emotion being delivered, or the subject being analysed and picked apart. Poetry is another language entirely to be decoded. "Through the chaos, magic is found". I am very honoured. I trust your wife's first course of chemo, while very hard, will progress to better health. Love to you and yours. L x

Robert Lindley
Date: 9/16/2020 6:45:00 AM

""What is beautiful about writing, is finding the magic"" Exactly so... That is the essence, the enormity of the Art. That it transcends the mundane, the self-imposed protective barriers we build as humans. And in its beauty-its depths-we seek to create, to give, to share and to explore life, love, humanity, our world, our dreams, our hopes, our imaginations and all that life represents, etc. To me the greatest reward of my writing poetry is if it touches somebody, inspires somebody, gives unto others. I read to better understand the world, myself, my life and humanity. I read your poem, and suddenly thoughts came to me as if by magic. I knew to capture them in ink, else they vanish. That short burst led to the poem and the joy in composing it.. God bless..

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 9/15/2020 7:12:00 PM

I had it pummeled into me during my early days in the Consomme, write what people can easily relate to....to me that is just like 'pop'...some of the most interesting and best poetry I read, is not the popular easily understood poetry/stories - they are the stories that are abstract puzzles, the ones that fascinate me - best deciphered and understood by someone who has walked some, or all of the way in this lifetime with the writers from the past and the present, who understood/understand the journey of a complex life. Life should be magic, many miss out on the magic. What is beautiful about writing, is finding the magic within your soul and projecting that essence onto a page to share with others whether they are open to it or not, or compelled to decipher and translate the meaning behind it all, to pull something out of the story the writer has 'shared', that equates with their own life and/or love.

Robert Lindley
Date: 9/15/2020 4:28:00 PM

Thank you friend. Yes poetry is a language, in fact it is billions of languages at once. When we read poetry we can only get what our hearts,souls /minds see/feel. For each word , each verse each stanza may have billions of interpretations. That is why poetry is the greatest art form. Your poem set in motion a flow of verses that came to me-- then later this entire poem came to be. In a way that is a kind of magic.. Is it not?